Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.